Portrait

For all of my doubts, for
all of my reasons.

Sculpt Me

dishabillic:

Marble bones;
chisel my spine. 
Clay skin;
mold my waist,
shape my face.
Malleable metal lips:
press and electrify.  

Sculptor 

Outline survey: 
Rounded and hinged
perfectly cusped, 
polished and pinned. 
Your bones in my heart
that sumptuous skin,  
scintillate the hammer, 
stupefy the nail. 

There is
nothing to mold, 
nothing to make, 
nothing to ask, 
nothing
to fix.